Page 26 of Wolf Roulette
I eyed the biggest obstacle to success. My boobs. “Yes, please.”
He crossed the room at Luther speed, hands reaching for the zipper situated low on my stomach. Christmas had come for Sascha Greyson.
I sucked in as he drew the zipper up over my belly button and waist.
The zipper stopped beneath my boobs.
“Hold on.” I held the ends of the jumpsuit over my breasts.
Air lodged in his throat. “Cleavage.”
“The zipper, Sascha.” I tucked away my grin.
Blinking several times, the Luther drew the zipper up to the base of my neck. His hand lingered there, the other curling around my waist.
“Suddenly, I’m looking forward to work tonight,” he murmured.
I tugged the suit down. “I feel like my butt is half out.”
He circled behind me and swore. “There wasn’t a bigger size?”
“I don’t know. Leroy gave it to me.”
“Never let an alpha pick out your clothes—eithergender.” Sascha grabbed the red tie and clipped it into place, folding my collar down over the top. “Each time I think you couldn’t be sexier, you prove me wrong.”
I broke our burning stare. “Don’t you smoulder at me. I’ll be late.”
He hooked my waist and drew me back against his body. I shivered as he moved his mouth to my ear. “Guess what. I’m the boss. You can be five minutes late. Plus, I’m taking you there.”
Oh…“I thought I could just drive.”
“Nonsense. I’m going. You’re going. We might as well share a car, and I don’t fit so well in yours.”
Had I ever seen Sascha in a car? “What do you drive?”
My continued axe-swinging lumberjack fantasy associated Sascha with a rundown pickup truck.
“Just an old pickup truck,” he answered.
Knew it.
He changed into a crisp, black suit, and I grabbed my purse.
We walked outside to a faded blue truck. The leather seats were torn. Only the driver seat was spared from the layer of dust coating the dash and passenger seat.
“Shoot. Hold on.” He reached into the back and spread a blanket over the passenger seat.
“Thanks.” I hoisted myself inside. “Sascha, I can feel you looking at my ass.”
“Forgive me, mate.”
I grinned. He was so full of shit.
We rumbled out of pack lands and drove along the south side river road.
“I’ve been meaning to ask how you are after the Sandstone turnover,” he said.
I rubbed my arm. “I mean, one of us has to lose.”